The small village beside the town was his destination.
Along the empty village footpath, the traces of war had disappeared with time.
Without realising it, Lu Li had become fixated on the ruins of an old house. At that very moment, he felt like he was being held by the throat, unable to breathe.
Before meeting Pamilla, Lu Li thought she was a sweet and loving little girl.
She had pink cheeks, dimples and blonde hair as bright as the sun.
Although she didn’t come from a wealthy background, she was content with the beautiful hand-knit dress made by her mum and the love from her strong and reliable father.
She also had an older sister that constantly looked after her safety.
Seeing the current state of Darrowshire, Lu Li hoped that someone had rescued her and taken her away to safety. Perhaps a passing knight, or a powerful mage like Medivh.
Unfortunately, Lu Li found the person he was looking for.
